Poisoned Grace

That alleyway where we part ways

Where all the homeless broken hearts

They glance upon us with disgrace

To see an end which never starts

Your lips were dry, your eyes had strayed,

Far from my skin and warm embrace

The trap that you and I had laid

We both fell in with poisoned grace

And now that you and I are gone

What’s left is but that empty time

The ink with which this tale was drawn

Has dried by this venomous rhyme

-Anas Merchant